29 Days of Smut 2016

[aftanith]

A self-imposed challenge of my own creation, running from February 1, 2016 to February 29, 2016. I only plan to start these stories (producing around a thousand words for each), not to finish them within the month.

 

1.	[100moods] 92. Surprised | Sparrow x Frost, last-name basis	2.	[15pairings] look who's on top | top!Simon x Frost not during groupsex	3.	[50harlequins] Spoiled Rich Girl and Poor Boy | Circle!Sparrow x Victor!Frost	4.	Alduin x F!DB x M!DB, corruption & Shout!Sex	5.	[15pairings] indecent exposure | Galen x Frost, seduction
6.	Avery x Rylan x Jackson, dubcon & sex pollen	7.	Caderyn catches Charon x Adrasteia	8.	[15pairings] men | Simon x Sam, first time	9.	[citrus-taste | Kinkier Table] 44. masturbation | Sparrow x Frost	10.	[alphabetasoup] Hades | Sparrow x Frost
11.	Dark!Hera x everyone AU	12.	demon!Rylan x Avery x Ion, dubcon (Susanne & Myles Die AU)	13.	Dom!M!Dragonborn x slave!Ancano x slave!Ondolemar, mindbreak	14.	Domme!Esmeralda x slave!Scorpius x slave!Octavius, noncon & mindbreak	15.	Dom!Sigurd x slave!Charon x slave!Caderyn x slave!Zephyrus (+ Adrasteia)
16.	[citrus-taste] K-2. table | Sparrow x Simon x Nadia	17.	[citrus-taste] 26. harems | Harem/Parabellum Crossover	18.	[paranormal25] 23. writer's choice, tentacles	19.	Malene x Ancano, fantasy AU & arranged marriage	20.	[Maze of Fiends] Mate or Die AU
21.	M!DB x M!Werewolf, hentai physiology & urethral penetration	22.	[over-look] play dead | Izzy x Octavian, necrophilia roleplay	23.	[smut-69] oil | Sparrow x Frost	24.	[smut-69] orgy | Sparrow x Frost x Simon x Nadia x Loretta x Izzy	25.	[lover100] S-61. secret | Sparrow x Frost
26.	[lover-100] S-27. threesome | Sparrow x Frost x Galen	27.	[citrus-taste] K-47. in public | Sparrow x Frost x Galen	28.	Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #1	29.	Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #2

 

 

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A Day for Celebration [1/?]

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It was only fair. After what they had done last week, it was only fair that they did the opposite--assuming, of course, everyone was consenting. And though everyone had quite eagerly done so, Lyna was still a bit worried. What they had done last week seemed to go over well; if anyone had any qualms about it, it had been Lyna herself with her difficulties reconciling the roleplay with the reality and the guilt that thinking of Tamlen always brought to her heart. But that hadn't lasted long, and once it had faded from her, everything had gone amazingly well; none of them, as far as she was aware, had a single regret about the experience.

Tonight, however, was something a bit touchier. While Alistair had been playing the role of their "victim" last time and hadn't seemed to suffer for it, and while Lyna herself didn't expect to have any difficulties with the role she herself intended to play, this was one of the vanishingly rare times when she was worried about Zevran.

Unlike the two of them, who had lived lives of only mild hardship and never faced the kind of abuse they were perhaps irresponsibly sexualizing, Zevran had, and they both knew it. Zevran, who had been bought as a slave in his childhood and subject to brutal violence and the mind games inherent in shaping a child slave into a nearly amoral assassin, had been raised to use sexuality as a weapon; she had no doubt that he had been raped before, likely often, and there was a part of her that wondered if this was really a good idea for him.

There was also a part of her, much smaller and something she intended to keep hidden away in the dark recesses of her mind where it hopefully wouldn't bother her again, that wondered if he had been on the other side of this scenario, as well. That would certainly put last week's indulgence in a very different light.

For her part, Lyna had a few butterflies in her stomach for a different reason than the anticipation of the role she was to be playing tonight. Oddly enough, the source of her muddled feelings wasn't the scenario itself but the dress. It was an absurd thought, really, that a simple change of clothes could throw her off so horribly these days. But it was so rare that she wore a dress like this--so rare that she wore a dress at all--and she couldn't seem to take her mind off what exactly the garment was supposed to mean.

Lyna had never worn a dress until after she'd left her clan; she'd worn skirts, of course, but dresses were something else entirely. Dresses were the fare of shems, so alike and yet so different from the robes of the Keeper and the First, and while there had been that one time Lyna and Merrill had indulged one another's curiosity by trying on the other's armor or robe, she hadn't ever expected to wear an actual dress. And then had come the Eluvian and the Blight, and she'd been forced to spend more and more of her time in the company of shems who expected their women to lay down their arms and don themselves in skirts and ribbons. But even after it was all over and she was the Hero of Ferelden, that hadn't been an expectation to fall upon her; she'd worn armor to Alistair's coronation, and if that hadn't cemented her in the court's mind as a warrior elf instead of a Lady, nothing else ever could.

So wearing this wedding dress, even if it wasn't anything like the luxurious gowns Anora or a lady like her might have worn to her own wedding, was disconcerting to say the least. That particular oddity paled in comparison, however, to the predicament her "character" found herself in.

There was a strong possibility that they should be terribly ashamed of themselves for what they were doing tonight, even more so than they should have been ashamed of what they had done last week. But Alistair was oblivious and Zevran didn't have a bashful bone in his body, and so Lyna let their own comfort soothe her as she tried to banish the guilt of it all from her mind.